CHAPTER SEVEN
Rone flicked the lights over the bar off, leaving only a few spotlights on by the bar. Faceted beams of lights cut through the darkened room in every shade. Reds, blues, yellows.
“When did you hang Christmas lights in the front windows?”
“While you were out with your sister. You don’t think the family gets free drinks all the time, do you?”
“Don’t ask Everett and your dad that.”
He grabbed her hand and she was in his arms and right where she’d been before the twins walked in on them.
“A hungry bear is a dangerous thing, Sabine, and you’ve been running from me all day.”
“Not true.”
His eyes infused with heat and the way they pulsed with a magickal internal light held her mesmerized. “You have two choices,” he drew out. “Dinner with Mom, Pop, and the whole gang…every last one of them. Or…”
“The or part of this is already starting to sound like the better option.”
“Me. Upstairs, your home or mine. Doesn’t matter to me.”
Home? “Are you actually giving me a choice?” That sounded welcoming and scary all at the same time. Like a dream and nightmare in one. She could fall in and never wake or be dragged down and drowned in the fear of when rejection would come.
“Or, I guess there’s a third option. We could spend the evening hanging some lights in your apartment? I can pick up a tree and maybe some mistletoe.”
“Yeah, maybe later.” She cut in. “Right now. You and me are all I want to see lit up.”
She rose to her tiptoes. “I. Pick. You.”
A heavy growl rumbled in his chest and in a blink he had her pinned to his chest and rocketed up the back stairs that led to their apartments before she had a chance at second guessing herself.
“Yours or mine, Angel.”
Sabine reached into her back pocket and drew out her key to dangle it high in the air.
“Did you know it takes a man less than ten seconds to come whereas a woman takes up to four times as long?”
“That’s a sad fact and one I aim to challenge.”
Her body flushed with the growly rough sound of his voice. He kicked the door closed behind them and pinned her to the hardwood. Raising her hands above her head, he tightened his fingers around her wrists as she wound her legs around his waist.
Air was in low supply as he devoured her lips with a heated kiss. Fierce and all-consuming, he took everything she had, but she didn’t let him go without giving her the same in return.
“I don’t know how slow I can go, Angel. God, I’ve been hungry for you the second you started drilling facts into my head.”
“I know. I mean so many find my fact slinging sexy.”
He growled and nipped at her lower lip.
“Here’s a fact for you. I’m going to fuck you fast. And then fuck you slow. Then I’m going to devour your breasts and watch you come again and again.”
He sucked on her lip, drew it between his teeth and nibbled, kissed, sucked and then repeated. “Is that so?” she managed when he broke away.
“Mine.” He growled.
“For tonight. Yes. Yours.” And tomorrow she hopped on a plane and never returned to Claw Ridge. Tonight, only tonight, she could break her one hard rule for a few hours with a man she couldn’t resist any more than he could resist her apparently.
Quakes and shivers ran the length of her body as he leaned in and scraped his teeth along the tender flesh of her exposed neck. “I need you,” she heard herself whisper, lost in the decadent feel of his body pressed against her.
He pulled back and his eyes simmered and in the shadows of her living room his amber eyes glowed more powerful than she’d seen before.
Damn him. Why did she want him so badly and why couldn’t she say no?
“Your bedroom or I’ll fuck you here on the carpet. I don’t know about you, but I don’t relish the idea of carpet burns.”
Pine and fresh soap filled her lungs as she wound her arms around his neck as he carried her to the back bedroom. Not bothering with lights, he pulled the drapes closed as they went, sinking them into further darkness.
She closed her eyes and let the softness of the bed's thick comforter wrap around her as he placed her down gently.
Watching as he pulled away. He slipped a rubber from his pocket and tossed it on the table by the bed.
“Prepared? Mmm…like you knew you would have me right where you wanted me.” Sabine eased to her elbows and enjoyed the view as he flicked the button to his pants open and stood before her naked and aroused.
“I knew I didn’t stand a chance against you.”
She smiled and licked her lips. “I want to taste you.”
A deep growl of appreciation rumbled up the back of his throat as she crawled to the edge of the bed.
“Anything you want, Angel. But first I want you naked.”
He wrapped his fingers around the edges of her sweater and pulled, causing a soft feminine sigh to slip as his fingers brushed her tender sides.
He made quick work of her boots and pants next, leaving her in only red panties and bra.
She held her breath as a long silence carried between them. He stood back from her looking from beneath hooded eyes. From below them the strong vocals of a famed singer carried through the floor. Something about home and Christmastime.
Rone paid no attention. It seemed like she was the only thing in the room with how he devoured her with his eyes.
Heat crept into her cheeks, and she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
“Beautiful, Angel.” He gathered her hands in his and kissed every last one of her fingers. “You leave me breathless and that’s not something a man of my status likes to admit.”
Sabine blinked. “Oh. I thought maybe you didn’t like red silk or maybe…”
Rone closed the sliver of space he’d put between them. “All I know is thank God you left your long johns on yesterday because I would have ended up killing half the town for even looking at you and the other half for thinking they could have a shot at touching you.” He dipped his head to capture her lips in a fiery kiss. “And red is my new favorite color.”
Hesitant, she stepped back and did a small twirl for him and smiled a little when she heard him suck in a harsh breath.
“I am dying to lick that. Every inch, every vine, every tiny pink rose will be mine.”
She trailed a finger over the intricate vines and flowers of the tattoo he eyed hungrily that climbed the length of her thigh to twine around her waist and interlaced at the dip of her hip. She and Cherry had gotten it together a couple of years back after her sister’s attack from her insane ex-fiancé. The tattoo served as a way for them to grow stronger together and now it gave her a boost of confidence she never felt before. Especially with someone as kind-hearted and crazy sexy as Rone.
She never thought a man like him, utterly masculine and a little broody, would be interested in someone as unnatural to nature as she was. Hell making this far out of the city and not lost somewhere in the woods was due only to the fact no one had left her alone long enough.
Sabine let out a small laugh when he picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. Pinned between the mattress and the rocky planes of his abs and the delicious scruff of his stubble, she desperately wanted to not like the feel of his cock pressing between her thighs.
Hoped to hate how his body molded to hers and really truly wanted to not like the feel of his tongue on her body as he made good on his promise. So freaking good.
She loved it.
Especially how he paused over each rose to add extra kisses and licks. Like he wanted to truly taste the tiny flowers.
His cock, his tongue, and his lips were the keys to heaven. Her heaven anyway. Men like Rone were the one solid reason good girls shed wings and went for pointy horns.
Need arched her back and the sudden jolt of lust forced a gasp from her as he hollowed his cheeks and sucked on
the tender skin of her lower stomach where the last of the tattooed roses rested close to the top of her pelvis.
“Rone,” she breathed, driving her hands into his hair. He was everywhere at once. Nipping, licking, kissing and now sucking.
“I had no idea silk-covered nipples tasted so damn good.”
She pulled slightly and he reared up, growling, and his eyes burst with a sudden yet fierce amber glow.
His hands sought, roamed, touched every inch of her from calves to neck.
She tightened her hold. “Now, Rone. I need you now.”
“I’m afraid I need you too much,” he countered.
Her pussy clenched. Pressing her heels into the mattress she rocked her hips, desperate to feel his cock against her clit, deep in her, anything. She’d take anything right now. “Don’t make me beg, Rone.”
“The words would sound pretty on your lips, Angel… begging for my cock.” He mouthed the words against her belly and she quivered from the scratch of his stubble.
When he peeled away the thick lacy band of her panties, her eyes rolled back and her lids drifted closed as the warm pad of his tongue stroked along the outer edges of her tattoo. With one hand he rolled her to her stomach while he flicked the clasp of her bra, dragging her panties down another inch to reveal the top of her ass, his tongue seeking out more to claim.
One pull and he freed her of the scrap of cloth.
“Much better,” he rumbled, his palms pressing into the globes of her ass. Callused and rough on her tender flesh, but she moaned when he parted her, sending a flush of heat over her. A man had never touched her there before and now her entire body was being visually devoured by the possessive alpha.
“Rone,” she pleaded softly.
“It’s okay, Angel,” he cut in. “I love everything about your body. Everything.”
She fisted the comforter between her fingers and balled the material into her fist.
Not likely. But she appreciated the tenderly spoken words nonetheless. “I’m burning up.”
The bed dipped on either side of her thighs and she stilled as the thick length of his cock slid between her cheeks as he hooked an arm around her waist and hauled her to all fours then pulled her up until her back was against his front.
Slowly she reached behind her and ran the tips of her finger through the lengths of his hair.
“Not yet,” he reassured her, his arm like a safety net around her middle. “Only when you’re ready, For now I want your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock.”
As he crooned close to her ear and nibbled on the lobe, he caressed a slow path across her abdomen and dipped a finger between her swollen folds. Pressure built in her center and bloomed through her body, spread until every nerve from head to toe thrummed with an invisible energy.
He flicked her clit, and she cried out and reached for her nipples.
“That’s it—pinch them for me.”
She did and her body responded with a rush of warm liquid to wet her folds and slip down her inner thighs. Rapid heartbeats shot her blood pressure through the roof.
Rone slipped a finger into her core then another as he pressed his other hand to the dip in her back.
She inhaled on a gasp and she arched as she pressed into Rone’s waiting hands. Looking over her shoulder, she caught his gaze and winked, smiling. “You can be gentle next time. Take me, Rone. Long and slow, rough and hard, against the wall or doggie. But take me now.”
“Demanding. I like that.”
He grabbed the metallic pack from the nightstand and made quick work of slipping on the condom he’d placed there earlier.
The thick head of his cock brushed her clit, a small prelude to the sudden burst of euphoria as he drove the full length of his cock into her sleek channel.
She let out a soundless moan as his girth stretched her, filled her and shot a pleasurable pain through her body. She sucked in a hard breath and her pulse accelerated.
He gripped her curves lightly and pulled out before driving back into her with a hard thrust as if nothing would do until every last inch of his shaft felt the clench of her channel.
“Again.” She groaned, pushing into his hands.
He delivered on her demand, slowly picking up speed. She could do nothing but hold on and meet each stroke until everything inside her collided with a wave of blue energy. Her eyes slipped closed and behind her lids sheets of electricity rippled and shimmered.
And then it hit her.
So much pleasure the amount of raw need tumbled her into the midst of unknown territory as the surge of pressure in her core exploded with an orgasm that threatened to pull her under the blanket of darkness that danced along the fringes of her vision.
Her lips parted on a breathless moan.
His hold tightened. “Angel, come for me. I can’t hold on much longer.”
She didn’t know how or understand why but her body headed his command. The ripples turned to a single tidal wave of ecstasy as her orgasm swallowed her whole.
Rone’s arms wrapped around her. For the briefest moment the world beyond ceased to exist, and then he came in hot spurt.
A second wave blindsided her. Pulled her under and she let go. Slipped beneath the indigo wave of shimmering… magick?
Blackness cocooned her, and she faintly heard herself scream as her second release slammed into her.
Rone’s gentle voice roused her from her bliss, and she lifted her eyes to see him gazing down at her with so much… love? Couldn’t be.
“Come back to me, Angel.”
The heat of Rone’s body registered and then the soft kisses to the small of her back all the way up her spine until he nuzzled her neck as her eyes slowly opened.
“What happened?” she asked, breathy. “My body. Oh my god. I still feel…”
“High,” he voiced her thoughts with a rueful grin. He pulled her down with him as he withdrew from her body. Nestled close she rolled over and sprawled across his chest.
She nodded and the friction of his body heat against her cheek, her chest, her entire body made her want to never move from his touch. “I’ve never had that before.” She leaned into his embrace a little closer and let her eyes slip closed as he tightened his arm around her. Rapid thumping in her ear brought a smile to her face as she realized his heart rate matched her own frantic one.
“Thank you. Glad to know I’m your first for something.”
Her stomach squeezed at what she wanted to ask. The energy across her skin left so many questions. “Did you see it too?”
Sabine propped herself up on her elbow and traced a finger along the light dusting of hair on Rone’s chest.
“The magick. Yes. I did. Sabine, look at me,” He muttered.
“Hmm?” She shifted her gaze from his chest to rest on his. A hot flash swept through her body when their gazes connected. His lips peeled back, and a sharp roar brought her on full alert.
“What? What’s wrong?” She sat up and he followed.
“The blue, the intense orgasm. Fuck, how did I miss it?” He scraped a hand through his hair and she could see the fear that ate at him and wanted to squelch it for him, but if he mated her and she was stuck here with no control over what happened in her life? She couldn’t have that. It took years of her life to finally gain some semblance of control. Now what? Hand it over?
“Sabine, we were feeling each other’s pleasure through a connection. I’m sorry.” Her heart dropped the longer he spoke. “I lost control. Son of a bitch,” he gritted out as he slid away from the bed. From her. “I didn’t realize that could even happen. Didn’t think I had to watch for that kind of pull. I thought as long as I didn’t leave my mark on you. It seems the magick found a way. My bear found a way.”
She stiffened. “You’re confusing me, Rone. I told you tonight only and tomorrow I’m gone.” She climbed off the bed and searched out her and panties and bra then slipped into them and her jeans as she rushed into the bathroom.
White light filled
the small bath as she flicked the switch. Flakes of gold shot through with blue stared back at her with an oddly familiar glow. Familiar—but not on her. She did a double-take and leaned over the sink. “What the fuck?”
“Rone. Rone.” She peeled her lids back and looked closer. This could not be real. “Rone,” she screamed again as large hands grabbed her shoulders and twirled her around. “What? What is it? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” His questions peppered her one after the other hard and fast.
Nerves bubbled in her belly.
“I don’t know, did you? What is this?” She pointed at her eyes and Rone held her gaze unwavering. “It’s what I meant. Damn it. I am screwing this all up.” He raised his hand to run it raggedly through his hair. “I am so sorry, Angel.” He turned and took a hasty step backward and buried his fist into the door.
She shrank back. “No. This was not your fault. Please.”
He calmed. “God, please don’t be scared.”
“Scared of what, Rone?”
“Of me, damn it. I didn’t mean to.”
“I get that a lot and the famous ‘it’s not you sweetheart you’re just not the right fit’ and oh, yeah the ‘you’re cute but not into the whole doctor thing’ seems to be chasing away the guys, just FYI.”
Rone crossed the small bathroom and palmed her face with a gentle touch. “Their loss,” he whispered roughly. The incredulity in his voice soothed some of her nerves. “Idiots, all of them and if they can’t see how special you are, that’s their problem.”
Slowly, she slid her hands up his arms to settled on his. “Rone, what is going on?”
His features tightened.
She barely had the fight left in her if he kept looking at her like she was the world for him. Her mouth creased into a deep frown. “This is not some sappy holiday movie, Rone. Instalove doesn’t exist and instafamilies much less.” Disgust left a sour taste in her mouth and dissolved any trace of the high she experienced under his experienced touch. She didn’t want anything permanent and now it didn’t look like she had a choice.
“I’ve claimed you, Angel. Imprinted on you but how I have no fucking clue. It’s not possible for an otherworldly to claim on a human that way. Fucking impossible, actually.” He backed away, fisting his hair and looking at her like they’d committed some sort of sin not even a priest could forgive. “Even without my bite.” He growled as he took another step into the bedroom.
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